Reading through one's blog archives is actually quite an eye-opening experience in that it gives you a close-on-complete picture of where you were and what your emotional state was at any given point during which you were blogging. It brings back memories you forgot, reminds you of experiences that were upsetting, but in retrospect, were incredibly humourous in a somewhat ironic fashion.

For me, I get to see how I've gone from being sarcastic, cynical, and somewhat tongue-in-cheek in my blog posts, to a somewhat less bitter manner of summing up my emotions and thoughts. What I find hilarious though, is that I wrote about relationships in a rather bitter fashion, yet almost two years down the line, find myself examining those viewpoints in an objective fashion, and agreeing with some of the more mild ideas I had in mind.

The fact of the matter is, we all have so many ways in which we can still push ourselves to mature. If someone claims to be completely mature, they're blinded by arrogance. Anyone who truly examines themselves in an objective fashion will understand that they have ways in which they can better themselves as people. I expect to feel that exact way when I'm lying on my death bed one day.

Nobody is devoid of character flaws. They're what make us unique, and our individual flavours of personality are what make life interesting.